[Open Moons Mingle Log]

[serpentis]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Abeo, Accendo, Adsum
When: 2/3-2/7

[WELCOME TO THE MOONS ENJOY YOUR STAY DON'T GET ARRESTED.]

Comments

2/4 [ Accendo ]

[treasureling]

I can change this - I can, I can make it the pattern of your sign, I can make it the same - no, all I need is a forge - yes, they're charging for that - fine. Thank you for your time.

[ Failure again. He wanders away, uncomfortably aware that he'll probably have to take a job to earn the money he needs - a job that isn't just what he can create with his two hands, which is a quaint rarity here.

He spends his time quietly wandering near shops and taverns. He is too careful, and tense in a way that doesn't fit with his surroundings. He doesn't partake the way the people of this moon do. ]

[proteusmoon]

You look rather blue.

[ Cecil comes up behind her resident engineer, having turned a corner to find him milling the active town markets alone. She gives him a small smile in greeting, but then quickly sidesteps him, so that his body is actually blocking any passerby's view of her. It's as though she doesn't want a lot of people seeing her. If she seems a little more attractive to Malak today, that might explain it. ]

[treasureling]

[ She might realize the same is true for him - though he hasn't realized it yet. The effect is mild, and he was always an object of sexual attention in his own world.

He doesn't notice what it is she's doing. ]

I haven't been able to find a metalworker who'll let me take materials.

[proteusmoon]

[ She doesn't notice it right away, but once they're in such close proximity of each other, it suddenly becomes a lot more obvious. It isn't that Cecil didn't think Malak was handsome to begin with; it just wasn't so important a fact that she felt the need to acknowledge it to herself every time she saw him.

It's a little different now and she shyly looks at him for a moment longer before she finally answers him, turning away because she realized she was rudely staring. ]

Ah... I-I see. Well... I take it they want to trade for the materials or some form of currency in exchange?

[treasureling]

[ His eyes meet hers, and his skin flushes hot. No one, he reminds himself, no one, as long as it means my freedom, but the words ring a little hollow. He likes her. He wants to trust her, though he holds himself back. ]

Yes. But I have nothing to start with.

[proteusmoon]

[ She can practically feel the heat coming off of his skin, which, in turn, causes her to blush and that makes her uncomfortable. She's had some bad experiences with being seen as a sexual object herself — especially in the last multi-verse crossroads she was in — and she doesn't want to go making the same mistakes she always makes. ]

We could... take a job, if you'd like to earn something, though I do still have money myself from the months I was here before being pulled out.

[treasureling]

Seems a waste of time. Transporting things around.

[ He thought he could bypass all of that and just find a way to do what he loves without it. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin has not found very much to do on this moon. The food is wonderful, but you can only eat so many times a day... and the people themselves have been rather boring. His people-watching has been very lackluster.

Malak sticks out like a sore thumb, to him. He's also got a good memory. So, being in a distinctly good mood, he saunters right up to where he's wandering and gives him a friendly wave.]

Hello, friend.

[treasureling]

[ Malak's just had another failure, and he sighs. Maybe he's on the wrong moon. He should try somewhere else.

Glances up, and it takes him a second to recognize - ]

It's Robin, right? The one who almost died.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah, you recognize me.

[he smiles, despite Malak recognizing him from something terrible.]

I'm sorry if I was short with you, over the network. And I'm afraid I don't know your name in return.

[treasureling]

Malak. [ It's not a secret, but it still feels like he's giving something away. ] Just Malak.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[that's all right. he already knows. he keeps tabs on everyone. he just wanted to hear how Malak would prefer to be called.]

Just Malak, then. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[he... holds out his hand for a handshake?]

[treasureling]

[ Malak takes it; a handshake that's firm, that has maybe more strength than Malak himself realizes. ]

Are you all right? Are you still wounded?

[ He feels as though he should ask. ]

[blindoptimism]

[Nunnally still has quite a keen sense of hearing, thanks to her past. So she overhears bits and pieces of his conversation. Poor man... her eyebrows knit slightly in concern as he walks away from the conversation, dejected. After a moment of consideration she drives her wheelchair towards him, the slight whir of its motor giving away her presence before she actually speaks to him]

Excuse me?

[just a very generic greeting to start with]

[treasureling]

[ He wants to do something useful. Something beyond just staying on the ship and cleaning up and putting gel paste into little cubes. And to earn any money, he has to do what he's good at, and that's working metal. He can even cold-work it, make beautiful pieces, depending on the substance. But he needs materials first.

A sigh.

He looks up to the hum of the motor, and to the greeting. ]

Yes? [ Hint of hope in his eyes. ]

[blindoptimism]

[she folds her hands in her lap and smiles at him]

I couldn't help but overhear, it sounds as if you were having trouble with that shop owner?

[she doesn't want to admit that she overheard most of the conversation upfront, she doesn't want to seem rude, or nosy]

[treasureling]

[ A shake of his head; he demurs. ] No trouble. He just didn't want to have me work on his materials without a sample. That's fair.

[ One of the reasons he's having trouble arguing with it. He never had to do this before; his clan took care of the expenses as he undertook his training, and from there he paid for himself. ]

[blindoptimism]

[she looks thoughtful]

Would it be possible for someone else to purchase time at the forge for you? Perhaps they could pretend to be an investor, or a patron?

[and by they she means her]

[treasureling]

Materials and time.

[ A bite of his lip. He doesn't usually take gifts from women, ever. But it might be important enough, to start him off. ]

I don't like to take gifts unless I know what's expected in return. [ Firm, but a little - flinching, almost. Like he expects anger, perhaps, at that response. ]

bending space and time

[ladiesss]

[she finds this whole moon kind of overwhelming. she's not of legal drinking age, she definitely doesn't want to try any of the other things they're passing out around here... so she just kinda... takes to wandering and hoping there's nothing interesting around so that she has an excuse to go back to sitting on her ship alone.

which is how she eventually wanders upon someone making things. people like that always catch her eye, but this one seems pretty quiet and reserved compared to the rest of the moon. also kind of familiar? maybe he's been on the network...

...Hi Malak there's a teenage girl staring at you.]

[treasureling]

[ It's another tavern of some kind, this time with a few more tools and a tray with soft cloth folded into it as a back for the embossing. He is drawing another tree, but this time it's not in a forest - it's a tree that looks dead, in emptiness. He's decided to embrace the jagged quality of the other image. Decided to push his emotions into this in a way he doesn't, usually, when he's making something pretty to sell.

He rubs a large, rounded tool into the spaces between impressions, solidifying the main trunk. A slightly narrower one starts to fill out the branches that he's already traced. Despite the minor noise around him, people eating and drinking, he is focused. ]

[ladiesss]

[seems pretty nice. she remembers when she had time to do stuff like that...

she admittedly doesn't know a whole lot about her fae self. she's heard (or maybe just instinctively knows) that she can get glamour off of people who are artistic and creative... since they're closer to magic, and all that, but she's never done it. she wouldn't know where to start.

but, hey, maybe it'd be nice to just... watch someone do art for a while. she gathers up her courage, pushing her hair off of her shoulders, and walking forward. she'll wait politely in front of him until he can look up and notice she's there.]

[treasureling]

[ He looks up as she approaches him - like there's some sphere of awareness, extending from him, and she's finally entered into it. He digs the thumb of one hand into the palm of the other, stretching out cramping muscles. ]

Hello?

[ladiesss]

Um... [she doesn't do a good job of not being awkward, especially with how soft-spoken she is, but she doesn't chicken out!] Hi. I was just... gonna ask you what you were doing, if that's... not totally weird.

[treasureling]

[ A hint of a smile. ]

Of course you can ask.